One night upon my rambles,
two miles below Faramoy,
I met a farmer's daughter
all on the mountains high.
I said, my pretty fair maid,
I'm glad to meet you here,
All on this lonesome mountain,
your beauty shines so clear.
She said, young man, be civil,
my company forsake.
For it's to my good opinion
I fear you are some rake.
If my parents, they should come to know
My life they would destroy
For keeping of your company
All on the mountains high
He said, my dear, I am no rake
Brought up in Venus' train
But I'm seeking for concealment
All on the lonesome plain
Your beauty so enticed me
I could not pass it by
But it's with my gun I'll guard you
All on the mountains high
Now her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips,
They lost their former dye,
And she fainted into his arms,
There all on the mountains high.
Now they had not kissed
the once nor twice,
Hadn't she come to again,
Honoured that,
she kindly asked him,
Pray, tell to me your name.
If perchance you ask for me,
Perhaps you will not me find,
I'll be in my castle,
Enquire through rain or dine.
Sun and dark she followed him,
His teeth so bright did shine,
And he led her over the mountain,
The sly bold Reina dine.